skipping stones

lord, help mE.
you are Not felt
now That i acted.
Is this my undoing?
why Call me forth
and then Entice me
to render me Dun?

still, i do Trust you.
yes, Hear that i do
Ever put my faith
in Necessary motion.

i call out, Exiled and
hurt, “foul!” eXperience
reminds, I’ve been here—
the Loser for skipping
Existential truth stones on
the Dead sea of denial.

Poet’s Note:
Part of The Rutted Road collection.

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